wolf moon.

a howl and a growl as the hours go by, and the trees they all sway in the whisper of the night, the shadows they curve as they swerve when the wind passes through, enchanting, gasping, at the size of the wolf moon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- carry bag,  leaves, they glide along water, and the droplets they … Continue reading wolf moon.

No point

There is probably no point in texting or calling, no point in knocking, or just stopping by, no point in posting, searching or looking, thinking or hoping, i'm leaving i'm leaving,               this is goodbye.